Gondibert and Birtha - Act 4, Scene 6

Enter Tibalt.

T IBALT .

The Soldiers, Sir, in mutinous Disorder,
Allegiance broken, in a civil Storm
Led on by Ulfinore , with hideous Clamours
Rush from the Camp, and threaten Desolation,
Unless the Duke be quickly freed from Prison.

King .

From Prison freed! hah! — Who imprison'd Gondibert?
Thy Words confound me — speak — or else Thou dy'st.

T IBALT .

By your Commands, for so the Princess told us,
Sir, we imprison'd Him this Morn.

King .

Confusion! —
By my Commands? — the Princess told you so? —
Destruction on his Head who durst attempt it.
— This a Plot of Hers: unhappy Woman!
— I'll teach her more Obedience. — By the Gods
She, She Herself shall wait upon their Nuptials.
Go tell Her so; and say that I command Her.
— My General the Protector of my Country
To be imprison'd for a Woman's Humour —
'Twas wrong — 'twas base — She may repent her Rashness.
— You, Astragon , meanwhile appease the Soldiers,
While I myself release my injur'd Heroe,
And satisfy his Doubts.

B IRTHA .

O hear your Handmaid,
Most gracious Sir, and grant me this Request,
Commit the grateful Message to my Care:
Forgive my eager Fondness to convey
Myself your Royal Mercy to my Lord,
And Both will wait upon You with our Duty.

King .

Here, take this Signet: tell Him how I long
To make Amends for this unheard of Usage.
May Comfort guide thy Steps.

B IRTHA .

Upon your Head
May Blessings fall in neverceasing Show'rs,
Thick as the Winter Stars or Summer Flow'rs!
May future Lovers bless your Sacred Name,
And future Poets consecrate your Fame.
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